Dec 21, 2015
and things end without an opportune chance with shades and hues pink and blues which fault to black and here we are greasy hands tough love and one who couldn’t seem to fall fast enough slip of a grasp
Dec 20, 2015
He was good and then really good and then bad and then really bad, but since he was good I got lost in the thought that I could fix it.
Dec 19, 2015
he was uncivil with a slight pretentious nature which colored him in a hue of red and would cast a black shade through his cracks along his back and from his head he walked with horns with a hatred and spoke your name w…
Dec 18, 2015
And I went into the new year loving myself a little less, but a little more where it actually mattered.
Dec 17, 2015
Old-fashioned dating still exists. You’re either dating the wrong people or you are the problem.
Dec 16, 2015
it was all a tad bit evil with a twine of kind how words turn with pages ashes burn with the night we were awhile and by awhile we were a lifetime of never two birds singing the same tune day after day wondering when th…
Dec 15, 2015
he spoke with intensity a divine masculinity and touched with fire made you feel higher and higher until you fell with force grabbing your heart slamming the floor with blood smeared heart poured and your hand still on …
Dec 14, 2015
i could feel your touch down my spine dancing through my core to my feet we talked of our past things we’ve done things we’d like and there i stood with you in grasp yet wondering when we’d meet but everything was nonse…
Dec 13, 2015
I romanticized him until he was the perfect being. A soul so beautiful, but so immensely evil too.
Dec 12, 2015
There’s always a time and a place for everything, but sometimes they don’t align for quite awhile which creates a sense of hopelessness. But it’s there and it’s always there, and even if we begin to become hopeless, we …